VIDEO. UN: LOKI

[selfimage]

[ the sound of the wind storm hollows dully against the cave walls. Loki's squidge, Bacon, can half be seen crawling in the confines of his tacky green jacket and over his knee from where he sits, sometimes ducking and squeaking when a particularly large gust hits. to keep it from screaming, Loki offers his fingers absently, which the little squidge pulls on with its pudgy arms before ducking low again. ]

Hello there, it seems like we'll be waiting this out for some time considering the weather-type circumstances. While we're all rotting away, etcetera etcetera, I thought we could amuse ourselves with a game. A little bit of team bonding funtimes, so to say. [ he twists a dark nailed hand in the air, gesturing. ]

Soo—oo ... it's called Two Truths and a Lie. How do you play? Glad you asked, it's simple! Give two true statements about yourself and add a lie to the mix, shake it up then toss it out there and see if your team members know you well enough to spot the lie.

Usually this is done with copious amounts of alcohol, but we're lacking at the moment. [ pause. ] But—ah—you could always enjoy the satisfaction of being right. It's not like we're doing much else.

NOTE | Feel free to threadjack if that's your thing!! :****

Comments

[forcevisions]

[ Discontent led her to pause, for any mention of not seeing family again settled uneasily in her gut due to her own experience with the strife of distance and abandonment. ]

Why shouldn't you? ALASTAIR has said they'll be able to send us back, once we've farmed enough energy.

[heelies]

It is not in my destiny that I should ever return home, even if ever I am released from the service of these sons of Alastair. Such is the fate that my mother, Thetis the silver-footed goddess, so often spoke to me when as a boy I sat upon her knee - were I to fight, I should win glory but lose my homecoming.

[forcevisions]

[ Prophecies are weird. But she's going to double back to the part where his mother is a goddess and focus her squinting on that instead. ]

You must think very highly of your mother.

[heelies]

This seems to me a curious question - for why should I not regard my mother thus?

[forcevisions]

[ hapless, she shrugs, realizes that does nothing via voice, and fumbles. she hasn't got one. she hardly knows. ]

I couldn't say. But it seems especially kind, speaking like she's some sort of goddess.

[heelies]

You misunderstand, white-armed Rey, for my mother is in truth a goddess, a sea-nymph of Nereus' stock.

[Yeah, he's basically a Gary Stu.]

[forcevisions]

[ just so much staring. and ppl call rey a mary sue smh. ]

[heelies]

You seem not to believe me. When we entertained this game of wits you trusted that I should speak plainly on which claims were true and which was false, did you not? Then why should I lie now?

[forcevisions]

I believe you. [ She shakes her head quickly. ] I do. It's only that ... it's not something I've ever heard of before, certainly not when I'm meant to accept it as real.